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HIS  CHARACTER  SIGNIFIES 
STRUGGLE  BETWEEN  THE 
PHYSICAL,  MENTAL  AND 

SPIRITUAL. 

HIS  COLOR  SIGNIFICANT 
OF  THE  PHYSICAL 

O  F  THE  MENTAL 
O  F  THE  SPIRITUAL 

T-  HE  SIGN  OF  SATURN  OR 
■       THE  SEVENTH  HEAVEN 

A  BIRD  CAN  FLY  WITHOUT 
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XPRESSES  MY  GRATITUDE  TO 
JOAQUIN  MILLEPv 
GEORGE  STERLING 
GEOFkGE  W.  JAMES 
AND  OTHERS  WHO  HAVE 
RENDERED  VALUABLE   ASSIST^ 
ANCE  IN  POSING  FOR  THESE 
ILLUSTRATIONS  AND  TO 
ORLOF   ORLOW  FOR  COS^ 
TUMES  AND  INFORMATION  ON 
PERSIAN  SYMBOLISM. 

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Before  the  phantom  of  False  morning  died^ 
Methougfht  a  Voice  within  the  Tavern  criedf 
"When  all  the  Temple  is  prepared  within, 
Why  nods  the  drowsy  Worshipper  outside  V* 


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And,  as  the  Gxrk  crew,  those  who  stood  before 
The  Tavern  shouted— "Open  then  the  Door  I 
You  know  how  little  while  we  have  to  stay. 
And,  once  departed,  may  return  no  more." 


IV. 

Now  the  New  Year  reviving  old  Desires, 
The  thoughtful  Soul  to  Solitude  retires. 
Where  the  White  Hand  of  Moses  on  the 
Bough 
Puts  out,  and  Jesus  from  the  ground  suspires* 


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If  am  indeed  is  gone  with  all  his  Rose, 
And  Jamshyd's  Sev'n-ring'd  Cup  where  no 
one  knows ; 
But  still  a  Ruby  kindles  in  the  Vine, 
And  many  a  garden  by  the  water  blows. 

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And  David's  lips  are  lockt ;  but  in  divine 
High-piping  Pehlevi,  with  ''Winel    Wine  I 

Wine! 
Red  Wine  1"— the  Nightingale  cries  to  the 

Rose 
That  sallow  cheek  of  hers  to'  incarnadine* 


vn. 


G3me,  fill  the  Cup,  and  in  the  fire  of  Spring 
Your  Winter-garment  of  Repentance  fling : 

The  Bird  of  Time  has  but  a  little  way 
To  flutter — and  the  Bird  is  on  the  Wing, 


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Each  Mom  a  thousand  Roses  brings,  you  say; 
Yes,  but  where  leaves  the  Rose  of  Yesterday? 
And  this  first  Summer  month  that  brings 
the  Rose 
Shall  take  Jamshyd  and  Kaikobid  away* 


Well,  let  it  take  them  I    What  have  we  to  do 
With  Kaikobad  the  Great,  or  Kaikhosrti  ? 
Let  ZaI  and  Rustum  bluster  as  they  will. 
Or  Hitim  call  to  Supper — heed  not  you* 


XL 


With  me  along  the  strip  of  Herbage  strewn 
That  just  divides  the  desert  from  the  sown. 

Where  name  of  Slave  and  Sultdn  is  forgot — 
And  Peace  to  MahmtJKl  on  his  golden  Throne  1 


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UNIVERSITY 

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Look  to  the  blowing  Rose  about  us — "Lo, 
Laughing,"  she  says,  "  into  the  world  I  blow, 

At  once  the  silken  tassel  of  my  Purse 
Tear,  and  its  Treasure  on  the  Garden  throw." 


XV. 


And  those  who  husbanded  the  Golden  grain, 
And  those  who  flung  it  to  the  winds  like  Rain, 

Alike  to  no  such  aureate  Earth  are  turn'd 
As,  buried  once.  Men  want  dug  up  again. 


XVL 


The  Worldly  Hope  men  set  their  Hearts  upon 
Turns  Ashes— or  it  prospers;  and  anon, 

Like  Snow  upon  the  Desert's  dusty  Face, 
Lighting  a  little  hour  or  two — ^was  gone. 


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xvra. 

They  saj  the  Lion  and  the  Lizard  keep 

The  Courts  where  Jamshyd  gloried  and  drank 

deep; 
And  Bahrim,  that  great  Hunter — the  Wild 

Ass 
Stamps  o'er  his  Head,  but  cannot  break  his 

Sleep. 

XDC 

I  sometimes  think  that  never  blows  so  red 
The  Rose  as  where  some  buried  Caesar  bled ; 

That  every  Hyacinth  the  Garden  wears 
Dropt  in  her  lap  from  some  once  lovely  Head. 

XX. 

And  this  reviving  Herb  whose  tender  Green 
Fledges  the  River-Lip  on  which  we  lean — 
Ah,  lean  upon  it  lightly  I  for  who  knows 
From  what  once  lovely  Lip  it  springs  unseen  I 


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Alike  for  those  who  for  Today  prepare. 
And  those  that  after  some  To-morrow  stare, 

A  Muezzin  from  the  Tower  of  Darkness  cries, 
"Fools!  your  Reward   is  Neither  Here  nor 
There," 

XXVI. 

Why,  all  the  Saints  and  Sages  who  discuss'd. 
Of  the  two  Worlds  so  wisely — they  are  thrust 
Like  foolish  Prophets  forth ;  their  Words  to 

Scorn 
Are  scattered,  and  their  Mouths  are  stopt  with 

Dust. 

xxvn. 

Myself  when  young  did  eagerly  frequent 
Doctor  and  Saint,  and  heard  great  argument 

About  it  and  about:  but  evermore 
Came  out  by  the  same  door  where  in  I  went. 


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With  them  the  seed  of  Wisdom  did  I  sow, 
And  with  mine  own  hand  wrought  to  make  it 
grow; 
And  this  was  all  the  Harvest  that  I  reap'd — 
"I  came  like  Water,  and  like  Wind  I  go." 

XXIX. 

Into  this  Universe,  and  Why  not  knowing 
Nor  Whence,  like  Water  willy-nilly  flowing 

And  out  of  it,  as  Wind  along  the  Waste, 
I  know  not  Whithett  willy-nilly  blowing. 


XXX. 


What,  without  asking,  hither  hurried  Whence? 
And,  without  asking.  Whither  hurried  hence  1 

Oh,  many  a  Cup  of  this  forbidden  Wine 
Must  drown  the  memory  of  that  insolence ! 


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xxxn. 

There  was  the  Door  to  which  I  found  no  Key ; 
There  was  the  Veil  through  which  I  might 

not  see ; 
Some  little  talk  awhile  of  Me  and  Thee 
There  was — and  then  no  more  of  Thee  and 

Mb. 

XXXIIL 

Earth  could  not  answer ;  nor  the  Seas  that 

mourn 
In  flowing  Purple,  of  their  Lord  forlorn ; 
Nor  rolling  Heaven,  with  all  his  signs 
rcveal'd 
And  hidden  by  the  sleeve  of  Night  and  Mom. 


XXXIV. 

Then  of  the  Thee  in  Me  who  works  behind 
The  Veil,  I  lifted  up  my  hands  to  find 

A  Lamp  amid  the  Darkness ;  and  I  heard. 
As  from  Without—**  The  Me  within  Thee 
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xxxvm. 


And  has  not  such  a  Story  from  of  Old 
Down  Man's  successive  generations  roll'd 

Of  such  a  cloud  of  saturated  Earth 
Cast  by  the  Maker  into  Human  mould  ? 


XXXIX. 


And  not  a  drop  that  from  our  Cups  we  throw 
For  earth  to  drink  of,  but  may  steal  below 

To  quench  the  fire  of  Anguish  in  some  Eye 
There  hidden — far  beneath,  and  long  ago. 


XL. 


As  then  the  Tulip  for  her  morning  sup 

Of  Heav'niy  Vintage  from  the  soil  looks  up. 

Do  you  devoutly  do  the  like,  till  Heav'n 
To  Earth  invert  you— like  an  empty  Cup. 


XLL 

Perplext  no  more  with  Human  or  Divine, 
To-morrow's  tangle  to  the  winds  resign, 
And  lose  your  fingers  in  the  tresses  of 
The  Cypress-slender  Minister  of  Wine. 

XLII. 

And  if  the  Wine  you  drink,  the  Lip  you  press. 
End  in  what  All  begins  and  ends  in  —Yes ; 
Think  then  you  are  To-day  what  Yester- 
day 
You  were — To-morrow  you  shall  not  be  less. 


XLm, 

So  when  the  Angel  of  the  darker  Drink 
At  last  shall  find  you  by  the  river-brink, 

And,  offering  his  Cup,  invite  your  Soul 
Forth  to  your  Lips  to  quaff — you  shall  not 
shrink. 


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Why,  if  the  Soul  can  fling  the  Dust  aside. 
And  naked  on  the  Air  of  Heaven  ride, 

Were  *t  not  a  Shame— were  *t  not  a  Shame 
for  him 
In  this  clay  carcase  crippled  to  abide  ? 

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'Tis  but  a  Tent  where  takes  his  one  day's  rest 
A  Sultan  to  the  realm  of  Death  addrest. 

The  Sukan  rises,  and  the  dark  Ferrash 
Strikes,  and  prepares  it  for  another  Guest. 

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Account,  and  mine,  should  know  the  like  no 

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The  Eternal  Saki  from  that  Bowl  has  pour'd 
Millions  of  Bubbles  like  us,  and  will  pour 

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When  You  and  I  behind  the  Veil  are  past, 
Oh,  but  the  long,  long  while  the  World  shall 
last, 
Which  of  our  Coming  and  Departure  heeds 
As  the  Sea's  self  should  heed  a  pebble-cast. 

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A  Moment's  Halt— a  momentary  taste 
Of  Being  from  the  Well  amid  the  Waste— 

And  Lo  1 — the  phantom  Caravan  has  reach'd 
The  Nothing  it  set  out  from — Oh,  make 
haste! 

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Would  you  that  spangle  of  existence  spend 
About  THE  SECRET — quick  about  it.  Friend  1 

A  Hair  perhaps  divides  the  False  and  True ; 
And  upon  what,  prithee,  does  life  depend  ? 

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Yes ;  and  a  single  Alif  were  the  clue — 
Could  you  but  find  itT-to  the  Treasure- 
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And  peradventure  to  The  Master  too; 


Whose  secret  Presence,  through  Qreation's 

veins 
Runnir^  Quicksilver-Iike  eludes  your  pains; 
Taking  all  shapes  from  Mah  to  Mihi ;  and 
They  change  and  perish  all— but  He  remains ; 


LIL 

A  moment  guess'd— then  back  behind  the  Fold 
Immerst  of  Darkness  round  the  Drama  roll'd 

Which,  for  the  Pastime  of  Eternity, 
He  does  Himself  contrive,  enact,  behold. 


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You  gaze  To-day,  while  You  are  You — 
how  then 
To-MORROv,  You  when  shall  be  You  no  more? 

uv. 

Waste  not  your  Hour,  nor  in  the  vain  pursuit 
Of  This  and  That  endeavor  and  dispute ; 

Better  be  jocund  with  the  fruitful  Grape  ^ 
Than  sadden  after  none,  or  bitter.  Fruit.. 


LV. 

You  know,  my  friends,  with  what  a  brave 

Carouse 
I  made  a  Second  Marriage  in  my  house; 

Divorced  old  barren  Reason  from  my  Bed, 
And  took  the  Daughter  of  the  Vine  to  Spouse* 


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Line 
And  **  Up-and-down*'  by  Lc^c  I  define, 
Of  all  that  one  should  care  to  fathom,  I 
Was  never  deep  in  anythii^  but — ^Wine, 


Lvn. 


Ah,  but  my  Computations,  People  say 
Reduced  the  Year  to  better  reckoning  ? — Nay, 

Twas  only  striking  from  the  Calendar 
Unborn  To-morrow  and  dead  Yesterday* 


Lvra. 


And  lately,  by  the  Tavern  Door  agape. 
Came   shining   through  the  Dusk  an  Ai^el 
Shape 
Bearing  a  Vessel  on  his  Shoulder ;  and 
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The  Grape  that  can  with  Logic  absolute 
The  Two-and-Seventy  jarring  Sects  confute: 

The  sovere^  Alchemist  that  in  a  trice 
Life's  leaden  metal  into  Gold  transmute: 


LX. 


The  mighty  Mahmtid»  Aflah-breathing  Lord, 
That  all  the  misbelieving  and  black  Horde 

Of  Fears  and  Sorrows  that  infest  the  Soul 
Scatters  before  him  with  his  whirlwind  Sword* 


LXI. 

Why,  be  this  Juice  the  growth  of  God,  who 

dare 
Blaspheme  the  twisted  tendril  as  a  Snare  ? 

A  Blessing,  we  should  use  it,  should  we  not? 
And  if  a  Curse — why,  then.  Who  set  it  there  ? 


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I  must  abjure  the  Balm  of  Life,  I  must. 
Scared  by  some  After-reckoning  ta^en  on  trust. 
Or  lured  with  Hope  of  some  Diviner  Drink, 
To  fill  the  Cup — when  crumbled  into  Dust! 


Lxm. 


Oh,  tlireats  of  Hell  and  Hopes  of  Paradise  1 
One  thing  at  least  is  certain — This  Life  fUes, 
One  thing  is  certain  and  the  rest  is  Lies ; 
The  Flower  that  once  has  blown  for  ever  dies. 


LXIV. 


Strange,  is  it  not  ?  that  of  the  myriads  who 
Before  us  pass'd  the  door  of  Darkness  through, 

Not  one  returns  to  tell  us  of  the  Road, 
Which  to  discover  we  must  travel  too. 


The  Revelations  of  Devout  and  Learned 
Who  rose  before  us^  and  as  Prophets  bum'd. 

Are  all  but  Stories^  which,  awoke  from  Sleep 
They  told  their  comrades,  and  to  Sleep  retum'd. 


LXVL 


I  sent  my  Soul  through  the  Invisible, 
Some  letter  of  that  After-life  to  spell : 

And  by  and  by  my  Soul  returned  to  me. 
And  answer'd  "I Myself  am  Heav'nand  Hell:** 


Lxvn. 

Heav*n  but  the  Vision  of  fuM'd  Desire^ 
And  Hell  the  Shadow  from  a  Soul  on  fire 

Cast  on  the  Darkness  into  which  Ourselves, 
So  late  emerged  from,  shall  so  soon  expire* 


Lxvni. 

We  are  no  other  than  a  moving  row 

Of  Magic  Shadow-shapes  that  come  and  go 

Round  with  the  Sun-iHumin'd  Lantern  held 
In  Midnight  by  the  Master  of  the  Show; 

LXIX. 

But  helpless  Pieces  of  the  Game  He  plays 
Upon  this  Qiequer-board  of  Nights  and  Days; 
Hither  and  thither  moves,  and  checks,  and 
slays, 
And  one  by  one  back  in  the  Closet  lays. 


LXX. 


The  Ball  no  question  makes  of  Ayes  and  Noes, 
But  Here  or  There  as  strikes  the  Player  goes. 

And  He  that  toss'd  you  down  into  the  Field, 
He  knows  about  it  all— he  knows — HE  knows  I 


LXXI. 


The  Movit^  Fitter  writes ;  and,  having  writ], 
Moves  on  :^  nor  all  your  Piety  nor  Wit 

Shall  lure  it  back  to  cancel  half  a  Line, 
Nor  all  your  Tears  wash  out  a  Word  of  it. 


LXXIL 


And  that  inverted  Bowl  they  call  the  Sky, 
Whereunder  crawling  coop'd  we  live  and  die, 

Lift  not  your  hands  to  It  for  help— for  it 
As  impotently  moves  as  you  or  I. 


Lxxra. 

With  Earth's  first  Clay  They  did  the  Last  Man 

knead. 
And  there  of  the  Last  Harvest  sow'd  the  Seed : 

And  the  first  Morning  of  Creation  wrote 
What  the  Last  Dawn  of  Reckoning  shall  read. 


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io^^    Yes'ikrday  This  Day's  Madness  did  prepare; 

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I  tell  you  this — When,  started  from  the  Goal, 

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Over  the  flaming  shoulders  of  the  Foal 

Of  Heav*n  Parwin  and  Mushtari  they  flung. 

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In  my  predestine  Plot  of  Dust  and  Soul 

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LXXVI. 

The  Vine  had  struck  a  fibre :  which  about 

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It  elites  my  Being — let  the  Dervish  flout; 

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Of  my  Base  metal  may  be  filed  a  Key, 

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That  shall  unlock  the  Door  he  howls  without. 

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Lxxvn. 


And  this  I  know :  whether  the  one  True  Light 
Kindle  to  Love,  or  Wrath-consume  me  quite, 

One  flash  of  It  within  the  Tavern  caught 
Better  than  in  the  Temple  lost  outright. 


Lxxvm. 


What!  out  01  senseless  Nothing  to  provoke 
A  conscious  Somethii^  to  resent  the  yoke 

Of  unpermitted  Pleasure,  under  pain 
Of  Everlasting  Penalties,  if  broke  I 


LXXIX. 


Whatl  from  his  helpless  Creature  be  repaid 
Pure  Gold  for  what  he  lent  him  dross-allay'd — 

Sue  for  a  Debt  we  never  did  contract, 
And  cannot  answer — Oh,  the  sorry  trade  1 


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Oh  Thou,  who  didst  with  pitfall  and  with  gin 
Beset  the  Road  I  was  to  wander  in, 

Thou  wilt  not  with  Predestin'd  Evil  round 
Enmesh,  and  then  impute  my  Fall  to  Sin  I 

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Oh,  Thou,  who  Man  of  baser  Earth  didst 

make. 
And  ev'n  with  Paradise  devise  the  Snake : 

For  all  the  Sin  wherewith  the  Face  of  Man 
Is    blacken'd— Man's  forgiveness  give— and 

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Shapes  of  all  Sorts  and  Sizes,  great  and  small, 
That  stood  along  the  floor  and  by  the  wall; 

And  some  loquacious  vessels  were ;  and  some 
Listened  perhaps,  but  never  talk'd  at  alL 


LXXXIV. 


Said  one  amoi^  them — **  Surely  not  in  vain 
My  substance  of  the  common  Earth  was  ta'en 

And  to  this  F^re  moulded,  to  be  broke, 
Or  trampled  back  to  shapeless  Earth  again*'' 

LXXXV. 

Then  said  a  Second — **  Ne'er  a  peevish  Boy 
Would  break  the  Bowl  from  which  he  drank  in 
joy; 
And  He  that  with  his  hand  the  Vessel  made 
Will  surely  not  in  after  Wrath  destroy." 


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After  a  momentary  silence  spake 
Some  Vessel  of  a  more  ut^ainly  make ; 

**  They  sneer  at  me  for  leaning  all  awry : 
What  I  did  the  Hand  then  of  the  Potter  shake?" 


Lxxxvn. 


Whereat  some  one  of  the  loquacious  Lot — 
I  think  a  Sufi  pipkin — waxing  hot — 

'♦  All  this  of  Pot  and  Potter— Tefl  me  then, 
Who  is  the  Potter,  pray»  and  who  the  Pot?" 


Lxxxvm. 


**  Why,"  said  another,  **  Some  there  are  who  tefl 
Of  one  who  threatens  he  wifl  toss  to  HeU 

The  luckless  Pots  he  marr'd  in  making — Pishl 
He's  a  Good  Fcflow,  and  't  wifl  afl  be  wefl." 


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My  Clay  with  long  Oblivion  is  gone  dry: 
But  fill  me  with  the  old  familiar  Juice, 
Methinks  I  might  recover  by  and  by/^ 

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Ah,  with  the  Grape  my  fading  Life  provide, 
And  wash  the  Body  whence  the  Life  has  died. 

And  lay  me,  shrouded  in  the  living  Leaf, 
By  some  not  unfrequented  Garden-side. 


xcn. 


That  ev'n  my  buried  Ashes  such  a  snare 
Of  Vintage  shall  fling  up  into  the  Air 
As  not  a  True-believer  passing  by 
But  shall  be  overtaken  unaware* 


xcin. 


Indeed  the  Idols  I  have  loved  so  long 

Have  done  my  credit  in  this  World  much  wrong: 

Have  drown'd  my  Glory  in  a  shaflow  Cup, 
And  sold  my  Reputation  for  a  sor^. 


xav. 

Indeed,  indeed,  Repentance  oft  before 
I  swore— but  was  I  sober  when  I  swore? 
And  then  and  then  came  Sprii^,  and  Rose-in- 
hand 
My  thread-bare  Penitence  apieces  tore* 

xcv. 

And  much  as  Wine  has  played  the  Infidel, 
And  robb'd  me  of  my  Robe  of  Honour— Well, 

I  wonder  often  what  the  Vintners  buy 
One-half  so  precious  as  the  stuff  they  selL 


XCVL 

Yet  Ah,  that  Spring  should  vanish  with  the 

Rose! 
That  Youth's  sweet-scented  manuscript  should 

close! 
The  Nightingale  that  in  the  branches  sang. 
Ah  whence,  and  whither  flown  again,  who 

knows  I 


Would  but  the  Desert  of  the  Fountain  yield 
One  glimpse — if  dimly^  yet  indeed,  r eveal'd, 

To  which  the  faintii^Traveflef  might  spring, 
As  sprites  the  trampled  herbage  of  the  field  I 


xcvm. 


Would  but  some  winged  Angel  ere  too  late 
Arrest  the  yet  unfolded  Roll  of  Fate, 

And  make  the  stern  Recorder  otherwise 
Enregister,  or  quite  obliterate  I 


xax. 


Ah  Love  I  could  you  and  I  with  Him  conspire 
To  grasp  this  sorry  Scheme  of  Things  entire. 

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